Glayp'neir (Arc 1)

"Feeligns, eh?" The man says in a stern tone. He eyes Jian down, weighing him all the way from his speech, to his looks, and presentation. He notices Jians reaction and sighs. "Well feelings aren't any of my damned business. My daughter is, though. And so is her well being." He then looks at Jian with a bit of a worried expression. "I just want my daughter to be safe. She's in the city you say? If you do have those caring feelings for her, you'll bring her back safely to me, won't you?"

The man looks at the money given to him and sighs again. "She used to have a this guy who was really in to her. Some fellow by the name of Marcus. The two of them used to visit the docs regularly. Maybe she will be there. You can try asking her friend at the traders guild. I think her name was Kyoko or something. She's from one of those new continents that suddenly showed up."



Hitomi runs her fingers through her hair and then sits down somewhere. She seems a bit absent minded while she plays, or rather oblivious to the people around her. Moments later she yawns a couple of times and leans against a wall, falling asleep.

Dr. Atrium waits for something to happen, staring at the Soul Trap expectantly. After a short bit, the crystal emanates a faint pulsating glow, but then stills again. No response.




Davros pulls out a package of incinderary bolts and puts them on the table, cleaning everything else off it. "Alright, Take your time on deciding, I'll be here for the whole duration of this season, though after this I am moving back up to Global. If you decide by then, feel free to come by. If not, that's entirely fine. Just keep me in mind if you ever visit Global in the future." He hands her the bolts and a slip of paper with a written receipt. "The bolts will be... 165 Silver for a pack of 5. That saves you two silver for each bolt."

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FP Chatlog:

Sharpe leans back and crosses his arms, looking at the merchant's stall walls, towards where the firearms looked to have been. Most seemed to be ornate and of antiquated design. He didn't see much of what he was looking for however, which in this case would have been at least a bolt-action rifle, or a semi-automatic.

He looks at Davros as the man is finishing up his business with Airgetlam.

"I'd like to browse your rifle or long arm stock. I'm considering something with better range than what I have already." Sharpe says, not mentioning his pistol, the only thing that's technically visible is his sword. He keeps his pistol in a holster that is covered by his coat, so as not to immediately put people off. Seeing someone with a pistol is a bit more intimidating perhaps than a sword, since the sword carries an air of elegance to some.

His face is stern and his eyes are narrowed at Davros. For doesn't honestly expect the man to carry what he needs.

"It's a deal then." She says, and places the appropriate amount of money on the table and takes the bolts, sliding them into her sectioned quiver.

"Thank you for your business, Davros." She says as well, and backs up a bit, but follows Sharpe closely behind as he looks at the firearms section she pointed out. He looks like he's not happy with the selection.

She walks up next to him as he ponders.

"I guess I'll stick with you for now, might be fun."

Dr. Atrium growls and blocks the door in front of Jack with one of the shadow claws.

"You have no right telling me "how to be a better parent" seeings how you were just plastered and fell over drunk! God knows what you were doing while you were in that state. Also, its hard to "be a better parent" to a person who can't understand a word anyone says!"

He lowers the claw and turns to Clarent.

"Have fun...and lose the attitude about the kid, your starting to piss me off. While your out, see if there is a Lunar temple in this town. I need one...bad."

He watches Jack leave. He takes a few deep breathes and looks down at Clarent. He puts his hand on her shoulder.

"I know that I have said this, but you have been through so much...I am sorry about that. I hope that when you wake, you will be willing to talk to me about it. It is better to talk to someone about it then keep it locked up."

Jack was standing outside the doorway just about to leave when he turned around, eyes pointed like daggers at the doctor. He wasn't really the kind to bottle up emotions. Jack did all he could to control the volume, but his rage was far too obvious

"You think you have the right to judge me! My entire life has been nothing bullshit, watching everyone I care about die, and now I've been told that all of that was just a bullshit lie and that I've been a pawn of gods as they mock me and fuck with my mind! '99.73%...74.62%... blood on our hands', what the fuck does it mean!!!"

At this point, there was a very obvious, highly unnatural, computer-like, distorted quality in his voice. Jack barely realized that he was quivering on his knees. He his voice returned to normal as embarrassment overwhelmed him.

"I-i-I...uh..I just wanted to stop the voices in my head...I'm sorry...Maybe I should stay away from Hitomi for now... I'll go get those book...get some air."

Jack almost runs out the door, slamming it in hopes that he wouldn't be followed.

Davros nods at the man and pulls out a catalogue of various rifles written in a book.
"Do you by chance know any specifics? Or are you a newcomer to firearms?" he asks and starts flipping through the pages of the book. "We do have some rifles with decent range here but if you're looking for anything extrordinary you'll be looking at some heavy coinage. The protraction these normal rifles use tend to run out by the time the projectile has fired and will dissipate as it goes."
He turns and pulls a rifle out of a weapon stand, putting it on the desk. Its mostly made of wood, with fancy ornaments. Sharpe can barely see the inscriptions gently hover over the weapon, marking it for a protraction spell to do its thing.

"This will have as good of range as any crossbow, without costing you the ammunition of one. Though it's considerably louder than a crossbow, not to mention a bow." he then gestures to a separate stand with only two rifles in them. "These two are classics. Refurbished based on an old design from the ancient world. It uses actual bullets for ammunition and requires constant maintenance, or it will die on you. These might be a bit to odd for you to maintain though," he says and turns back to his book, flipping open a page with both of them listed. "They can shoot further than any protraction spell can reach, but the ammunition for it is scarce. And I mean real scarce. In fact we only have two bullets or one of them, and only one for the other. Unfortunately. Needless to say the more powerful ammunition is harder to come by. But up near global this should be easy to get."

Davros then taps the book a bit and sighs. "Unfortunately firearms are quite expensive, though I'm assuming you have the coinage, since you asked for them. Any of the protraction ones will cost about 12-18 gold. The other two are 35 and 50 respectively." He winces a little when mentioning the prices, aware that he will likely lose a customer, regardless of the cheap prices. "They're more of a collectors thing, really." he adds and hands Sharpe the book.

Sharpe's eyes widen a bit, but he isn't too surprised, the weapons he is used to he had paid for and modified himself. So of course, the cost was going to go up. As well, this far south, he's not likely to find that much of an abundance of munition.

"Well, sir, I'm not really a newcomer to firearms at all." He says, keeping a straight face and pulling out his pistol slowly. He releases the mag and sets both down on the table for Davros to see.

"This my friend is what I am used to. I ask because I just went through a bunch of undead and what might be vampires and i wanted to know if you had old tech, as I'm much more familiar with it than protraction. I know how to maintain everything in my arsenal and then some."

He crosses his arms.

"Go ahead and look at that a bit if you want, but it's not for sale, nor will it ever be. It's one of my take-aways from when I still served. You don't have any ten millimeter rounds either, do you? I guess I shouldn't have expected much in the south, but damn did I believe the Trader's Guild to be a tad more affluent. I never really had the intention to spend money today, but I wanted to know what stock I could find here."

Airgetlam gazes to the rifles that Sharpe is shown, and when they are put back on their respective racks, she takes the one that was based on an old design and tries to heft it like her crossbow, but away from everyone and upwards into the air. She looks down the sight, which is very different from the one on her crossbow.

She looks back at Davros.

"Just out of curiosity, how exactly does this load and work? I'm kinda the newbie here, hehe." She chuckles a bit. She probably wouldn't replace her crossbow with a gun, unless it was quiet in some way. She can't really imagine what it would look like, but she remembers being told that it is possible, if not completely.

The way Jack acted pisses Dr. Atrium off but he doesn't do anything. The man is very interesting, that is for sure. He sighs and shakes Clarent to wake her up.

"Hey, I know you may be tired, but I need to see if you can stand, walk, and talk."

MONSTER
WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE

"Gaaaaah, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Worry not, Shimara, the voices will be no more, just as long as you relax. just relax and clear your mind"

Jack aka Sam aka Shimara did as the voice told him and took in a slow deep breath.

"The reason I feel like I can trust you is because... your voice...you sounds so much like him"

"?"

"My brother. If I'm an angel, he's probably one too, right? But he can't be you or you would've have told me, right?"

The voice didn't respond.
Jack found his way through the market and spotted the book stand. Right next to it was Sharpe and Air at some sort of weapons stand. Jack didn't want them to notice him, he just wanted to be left alone.

"i-I'll just get those books later"

Jack tried to distanced himself and hid within the crowds. He began to wonder aimlessly. Swimming through the sea of people, none caring for Jack's problems, somehow felt soothing.

Davros smiles as he sees the firearm. "Well then," she utters and looks at sharpe to confirm he can take a look at it. As he does so, Davros picks it up and begins looking at the designs. "Well this is surely a fine gun. Though up in global you'll easily be able to upgrade this." he then puts the gun back down. "As for me, I'm not part of the trading guild. I run my own business, don't need their silly rules to bind me down, and they don't do well with selling goods without their fancy licenses and stuff." he pauses when Air asks him the question and turns to her. "Oh, yeah of course." He picks up a similar rifle and presses in to a little indent on the bottom. A clip pops out with two rod-formed catalysts in them. Protraction crystals. "See, these act like batteries from the old world, but are much much more effective. It uses two of these rods to fuel the gun, once one will run out, it will draw power from the other. And these are actually relatively cheap. The gun doesn't run on any ammunition, the catalysts will fuel the spell and you have one of two options. It can shoot a little piercing beam, which needs to be charged first and will shoot a good distance depending on the charge. Though it might take some practice to get used to. And the second mode, which..." he turns the rifle and shows a seperate little panel on the grip which he pushes in with his thumb.

"... If you push down here, and fire, It will create a short burst of protraction that can knock foes away from short to medium range, and if close up even break some bones. This doesn't need to be charged, it's meant for utility- however! It does take up a lot of your charge so without shooting the gun you'll only be able to use it once per catalyst before you need to put in your replacements." he pulls up a bunch of different looking catalysts and puts them on the table. Theyre in their respective clips already and look well maintained. "Now you might be wondering if you need to replace these, and you certainly will, but not after emptying them. They can carry several charges during their life expectancy before they start to crack, though once they do that, you best replace them or they will likely cause the spell to malfunction or even break your gun. As for recharging them, there are various ways, including simply giving them to a magician for a few hours and picking them up later."

Davros' Assistant then nudges him and holds various mechanical parts infront of him. Davros looks at him and shakes his head. The assistant turns back around with an unplesant expression on his face and continues working on whatever it is he was working on. "Anyways, um... Oh right- Bullets well... I only have ammunition for the two rifles I carry. But there are a few other traders in town that might be able to sell them to you, albeit you having to wait, what with the quarantine going on you wont be able to enter the central district for a little while. They say by the end of this week we'll be good to go."




Clarent sighs passively in her sleep as she is being shaked. Her expression turns somewhat disgruntled and she tiredly opens up her eyes, blinking back the blurred images of a dark figure infront of her. Under normal circumstances, her first reaction would have been to draw her knife, lash out at the thing infront of her, and speed out of whatever place she was being held in after that guy took her. She figured it was probably him infront of her, so it would serve him right. But upon thinking further she decides, if she was going to be in any immediate danger, she would have likely been dead while she was out.
"Mnn..." she rubs her eyes a little as her blurred vision focuses bit by bit. She sees the man infront of her. He looks like he's been through some trouble lately, but doesn't strike her as a bad person at all. And he's definately not the man she saw trying to steal women off the streets.

"Who are you?" she asks cautiously, staying in bed to gather her strength, should she need it.

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FP Chatlog:

"Alright, well, thanks. It was a pleasure to check out what was in stock. Thanks for the tip as well. I guess I'll go see about more income for myself." Sharpe says.

He leans close to Airgetlam's shoulder.

"I saw a militia guild of some sort, gonna go check them out, see if I can find work." He says and lightly pats her shoulder.

He walks to the edge of the stall and starts walking, but at a rather slow pace, giving Airgetlam time to catch up to him if she so chooses to follow.

Airgetlam places the rifle back on the rack and looks back to Davros.

"Thanks for your business." She says.

As Sharpe is leaving the stall, she asks Davros a quick question.

"Hey um, what's up with the Central area being quarantined? They have a crime scene or illness or something?"

Dr. Atrium smiles when he sees that she wakes.

"Hello, My name is Doctor Atrium. My friends and I saved you from Lady Dahaka and Marcus. You are at our new home. I am glad to see that you are well. You were possessed by a spirit, I need to ask you some questions to make sure you are still in your right of mind. Lets start easy, What is your name?"

"Look at all these people. Maybe a few are thugs or something awful, but I'd assume most of them are innocent and good at heart. I guess the one thing that makes the angel bullshit near tolerable is knowing I'm their guardian. I doubt I'm wise enough to be their mentor considering their the ones who raised me, but still, Shimara, hero and guardian of Humanity, has a nice ring to it. Oh now I'm just getting cocky. Although I'm not sure it counts as being cocky unless I say that sort of stuff out loud.... ah, I guess I'm back in the mood to get those books now."

"Oh why hello there Sharpe, Air. I didn't see you at first. Don't mind me, I'm just picking up some books for the doctor, and then head back to the house."

Jack takes a few paces towards the book stand.

"Excuse me, but would you have any books on vampires, fairies, or werewolves?"

"Clarent." she says and pulls the blanket over her shoulders. If she's here, she might aswell be comforterable. "You don't look like a conventional doctor to me." she says, and then realizes that she openly gave away her suspicions and her real name, despite her suspicions. Though this talk about possession doesn't make much sense past physical.



At Airgetlams question, Davros merely shrugs, but then notices the two are being greeted by a stranger to him. He merely turns around and focuses on his work before another customer approaches.
A few stands down, Jack is conversing with a woman with big round glasses, sitting on a pile of books, reading books. Two at the time it would seem. A stereotypical bookworm. She has long brown hair and is fair skinned, with some bigger features. "Hello there." She ponders briefly and is about to put a fold in her page to remember where she left off, when she shakes her head and puts a bookmark in its stead and closes the book. "Yes, if you're looking for something romantic, I have a novel about a girl cursed by a pixie to live her life unloved by anyone. But she meets a vampire who glistens whenever he stands in the light and- Oh. You mean a studybook, surely? Well yes I should have something. Probably." She soon begins to rummage through various books scattered around the cluttered stand. "Excuse this mess, I'm used to running an actual store, but since I can't get into the central district I have to put up with this. Ah- Here." She pulls forth A few books and skims through the pages to make sure they are correct. "Yes. This is what you're looking for?" she hands them to jack. Three books are given to him. The first is titled "Discord of a Madman" which doesn't give away much of the contents within. Jack takes a quick look inside and from what he can tell it talks about a lot of magic stuff surrounding various species, including Fairies and Vampires, even going so far as to link the two together. The second book is a Magazine of sorts which seems to contain a few pages on mysticism surrounding vampires. The third is labelled "Vampires - The Beginning of Mankind" which seems to talk about the history and discovery of vampires, and various fallouts that happened in the past.

Jack suddenly gets pushed forward, knocking over a pile of books onto the woman. She gasps in surprise and looks past him, as does Jack as he turns around, but there is nobody in sight. Merely people in the masses being pushed around by something non-existant. The crowd opens up a path to Sharpe and Airgetlam and then the commotion stops. "Here!" A girls voice says and Airgetlam feels the soft feel of a hand clasping hers as Jian is suddenly standing dumbfounded infront of her, holding her hand tight. "He's looking for your friend, I already forgot her name. Oh and this..."

The people around them start to mutter and whisper as an seemingly invisible person is talking to the three. Airgetlam feels a tug and the broken box working her stealth field disappears off her waist. Jians other hand suddenly rises and he holds another, smaller box. "This thingie will only work temporarily, but it'll get the job done untill I have this fixed. Bye for now~" With that the masses begin to get pushed around again and eventually whatever strange person was there, if at all, is now gone.

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FP Chatlog:

Sharpe turns around, not really being alerted so much as amusingly surprised. His eyebrows lift but his attention is rather stern still. He watches as the people begin going back to their normal routines, and he approaches Jian.

"So, that was interesting. Tell me, Jian, what have you gotten yourself into now?" He asks, crossing his arms and smiling a bit.

"He-hey! That's my- oh, another one? Well, thanks for-" She stops, looking up. The girl's voice has left earshot and the what Airgetlam can only assume to be a cloaked person has left.

"Thanks I guess!" She yells over the crowd in case the person hears.

She turns toward Sharpe and Jian.

"Yeah so, who was that... person... talking about?"

She turns toward Jack who so far had been rather inconspicuous about his presence, or at least she was oblivious to him.

"You might want to come over here, Sam, something's up." She says his alias purposefully, as she does remember that he's still technically incognito among the public.

He straightens up in front of Air, looking at his once gripped hand, also wondering what this really hectic situation was about.

"W-well, hi there first of all! Sorry for interrupting you with whatever you were doing, I wasn't expecting to blast in like this either. So... Appearantly that girl knew about you, welll, the whole party. And I approached them, asking about Ayame... Well... She's not at home, and I promised thier parents that i will find them with whatever it takes."

He has a determined shimmer in his eyes, not sure how to reach the goal, but wanting to reach it.

"She said that Ayame was taken away by angered guards, to the central of Recudor, from what the girl told me... We have to get there, as she probably is being held as a prisoner or something. I am not sure what she did, but it must've been something they didn't like at all. Hurry up, quick, we have to go there"

He hastily tugs on her arm with a concerned look on his face, wanting to get her away from the stand. Secretly, he hopes to encounter that mysterious girl again, to thank her for her short but so far great help.

Dr. Atrium smiles at Clarent remembers her name. He laughs at her comment.

"Well, I guess I'm not a conventional doctor. I use my magic to heal those who need it. It is faster then the normal means. I know you aren't going to like it, but I took your knifes off of you. Its nothing personal, I just didn't want you to wake and throw it at me because you didn't know where you are. Once I know that you are ok, I will give it back."

Doc gets up and walks to the window. He thinks back to all that has happened and sighs. He then turns back to her and smiles.

"You are back in Recudor, I forgot to mention that. Well, I can't really ask you any more questions because I don't you. The only think I knew about you was your name. I am sure you have questions for me, so ask away."

Jack helps the librarian up.

"Uh...terribly sorry about that. Here's 60 silver for the books, keep the change"

Jack quickly hands her the coins and hastily grabs his three books before turning towards the group.

"Based on a few deductions and assumptions, I'm going to guess our stalker there was a sorcerer. Interesting. And Ayame, your saying that she was apprehended by the authorities in only a couple of hours after returning. Something seems off about that. Unless any of you know a lawyer, I can volunteer to serve as her attorney. But hold on now. If she was arrested, the police would probably take her to central. That's been blocked off, but why."

He turns back to the librarian.

"Excuse me, but you just said that you weren't able to reach you book store because the central district has been blocked off. Would you happen to know why that's the case."

Clarent rolls on her back and stares at the ceiling in thought. "Recudor, huh? I don't recall ever leaving. I was at the festival. Are you sure you mean me no harm?" She smiles at her mock question and pulls the blanket up a bit further. "I'm sure I'll figure things out as time goes on. When am I allowed to leave?" she asks the doctor, curiously analyzing his features. She gets a little startled when Hitomi suddenly looks up from under the bed, however she managed to get there. "Oh- Hello there." She greets.

"Welp, alright then. Still don't know what's up with the central district though. They closed it down for "quarantine", so I guess we're going to have to at least see what's up there before finding a way in. Guess my looking for work is going to have to be put on hold." Sharpe says, and he starts walking off through the market toward where the central district of the city is. He pauses, looking back and stopping to wait for the others before proceeding.

"Time's a-wastin'."

Airgetlam feels mildly uncomfortable being tugged by the arm, but she knows it's only because he has a sense of urgency about him and because of his concern for Ayame. He must really love her then if he's this pressing about it.

"U-uhm, ok, we can go."

She looks over at Jack and sees him trying to ask the woman something.

"We should wait for him," she says to Jian. "At least so we have someone extra before we dive into this."

She pats his back with a warm smile on her face.

"We'll find her, don't you worry, sweetie."

"I really hope so!", he hastly replies, trembling lightly. Waiting for Jack really feels like it would take forever at this rate, as every second counts for him. Not only does he care himself to bring her back, but he also has promised to the father of her. Sure, he was... A tough looking man, not too easy to get through to, but he knew that the father is trusting him, so he has to get it done!

The smile leaves him without much effect, just having the same suspense inside like he had before. He keeps tugging Air now and in his nervous state, to put more emphasis on how urgent this is to him. This other girl is also concerning him, who was she anyway, why did she know about all of them? And why did she help?

But there's the important matter at hand, quickly pulling him away from that train of thought.